Apparently my beloved minivan would cost about $1200 to fix. Considering I only paid $900 for it.. I’m just gonna junk it, or give it away or something.
So my grandmother is sick, cancer, but I think they got rid of that, but she won’t take her pills right so she can’t really drive. Anyhow she gave me her car. It’s a ’94 Ford Escort, two door. 73,000 miles or so. It’s such an old-lady car, complete with the rosary hanging from the rearview, and the cross sticker on the window. And Beanie Baby on the dash. She only drove about 3 miles at a time: to church and back. I’m afraid of driving it really because it’s so used to that, I guess. I don’t know anything about cars.
Also, Glenn and his stupid friends were being idiots last night and having a shaving cream fight of some sort. He’s such a liar that I’m not really sure what happened. He uses semantics and doublespeak to get around EVERYTHING you could pin on him. “I didn’t spray any..” No, he squirted it onto a ball or something, and threw it. Anyhow, in the midst of the shaving cream battle, someone ran into my computer and now the hard drive is messed up and I can’t use the computer. I’m really pissed about having to retype the first four pages of my term paper.
Instead of typing all this, I could have just written “i got a new car, and my computer broke” but this is so much more fun.